This is kinda a special blog entry for me cos...eh...lets just say the tempo in my life has changed a little over the past few days. For this entry, I shall break it up into various 'stories' instead of numerous long paragraphs that don't make a connection when put together as in earlier entries.
Take-off
Sunday night was a great one. It always feels good to fly isn't it? Even though its on a plane. Pang and I met up at the airport for a chop chop departure. Guess the two of us look like we were going for special training in Crescendo eh. Haha.Well, two guys of our age travelling alone always seem suspicious. Like CIA agents going through the custom off for some unfamiliar grounds. If only I had a nice long suitcase with me. It will be more fun. As if carrying a piece of dismantle weapon. Well, the real fun thing is that I am travelling on my own for the first time and its amzing to travel on your own money. You feel no restrictions chaining you down, no inner guilt about spending your parents money. Every cent spent is hard earned money. Derived from digging mud slums, washing a muddy vehicle, sweating under your green and black camo, running till you drop across the SOC ground, feeling fed-up with your man's attitude, enduring the tiresome night with drooping eyes. It all came down to this: Fly off in a jet plane. Enjoy the cold beer and wine onboard. Take your clothes off and dive into the cold bed in your hotel room. Spring onto the streets of bangkok at 12pm to shop. Shop and bargain and spend like you never spend before. It all feels great. I felt like NS never existed. Felt like I have ord-ed (ok long way to go). Felt like I am free to do anything I want. Felt like I am on top of the world and can do anything. Felt like...felt like...I can just be happy and relaxed. The first night, and we were already shopping till 2 am when all the night markets closed. Took a break at some street-side cafe and had what was called a flaming sunset at 150 baht. Hey thats dirt cheap for a cocktail you know. The theres the beer and the good night sleep with no buzzing sound by the ear. With no one tapping away on the keyboard playing yahoo games at 3am to disturb your sleep.
~Inner soul paradise~
Fickle Ironies
Bangkok is not just about shop-till-you-drop. Well, its true we shopped till we were rather shag. Legs tired from all the walking; all the perspiration under the kelvin knows what temperature and humidity level; the endless bargaining top slash prices by minimum 30%. Haha. We woke up at around nine and had a damn full international buffet complimentary for the hotel stay. Idea was to skip lunch and spend more time shopping. We covered the major areas for shopping. Bayok, silom MBK etc etc. The thing is time seems to pass so slowly even though we were enjoying. We even had time to go back to the hotel at 5 plus where we slept and recharged for night life. Haha, evening naps for an oversea trip...hmm...kinda unusual. Our rationale was that the trip is about relaxing. Will do anything thats relaxing even if it means sleeping the entire day away. Bought hell lot of things and spent most of the money on the first day. NIght life began and we went to shop again along the street stalls. Interesting thing I saw was that they simply lay a piece of cloth on the ground, display their items and its a shop. A simple trade isn't it. The weather was damn hot even at night and we took every opportunity to stop by 7-11s for the free air-con and buy a drink or two. It then upgraded to hotel hopping. Instead of 7-11s, we stopped by various hotels such as intercontinental just to sit at their lobby and relax. Theres one thing I saw that really breaks off from the relax and play mindset. Beggars line the street. You see them at almost every junction, the stairs of every flyover, outside every major building. Some aparrently have a missing arm or two; some have no legs, some carry in their arm a naked toddler. What really makes this whole issue an irony is that on your right is a burrberry outlet and on your left, someone begging for just a coin. Walk along the street markets and you see people wearing simple t-shirts trying to sell you their stuff for another 10 20 more bahts. Step into the many many shopping centres and you see sales girl in suits and nice makeups selling branded stuff for 10 15 thousand. The line between the rich and the poor is so damn extreme I couldn't understand why.
~poverty is unsolvable~
So easy
It so easy to get laid in bangkok. Infact, its very common to see man in their 50s arm wrapped around a 20 yr old whore. Its just plain obvious these guys are tourist. With wifes at home and childrens our age. Damn. What on earth is wrong with these people. And then there are the freaking transvasites. Gosh. Whats wrong with these 'guys'. I seriously wonder what they are thinking and why the hell tthey are doing all these to their lifes. And for the uninitiated, theres NS in thailand as well. 18 year old guys gotta serve in the army. Pang the cock thought its compulsary for them to serve as monk. Haha. Back to the topic. Why then are there so many transvasites and gays. I think the gays who work at the pubs are simply saving up to go for a sex change job. Oh my....puke. And they tug and pull you. Damn, thats grose. I formulated a theory to explain why. The more gu niang guys are those who are damn afriad of serving the army. Plus, in thaliand females have an obvious advantage in making money. PLus the poverty situation, these gu niang guys first become gays to save up for sex change. After which, they go work in places like Queens Castle III. Guys guys. Those of you serving NS now, esp the more gu niang ones, thank the Govt. of The Republic of Singapore for putting you through NS if not DB even if you are comfirm gay. If not, gosh, you will probably end up eh....$40. By the way, don't even think about selling yourself to Thailand. The rate there is lower. 499baht(S$20) for a job; 999 baht takeaway ie to your client's hotel.Bo Hua. Interesting thing I saw is that there are different ways to sell yourself. You can either be a puke fuck whore, fish or pole dancer. Below is an analytical breakdown of the different ways.
The whores just sit pretty outside their clubs(some really quite chio) and a pimp will help you with the la1 ka4. They show you the rate and do all the advertising.
For the fishes, I believe you just sit in a fish tank and wait for some filthy old man to call for your number.
For the pole dancers, you dance in luminous bikinis on a stage in groups of about 10. You too have a number. When new guests come, someone will designate them with a laser pointer. A waitress, usually old, fat and ugly will come to you and ask if you want drinks and girls. You can call for their number at anytime and they will come sit with you. All these are reflected in the receipt. You can also takeaway for the night.
Oh please. For all the dirty old desperate bastards reading this, think thrice. For all you know, once the panties off, you see a dick. Gosh, you will fee...f**keeeeddd. Theres just no way to tell if a lady is genuinely a lady. Even if she is really a she, gosh, Kelvin knows which guy of which race from which country with which kinda STD has laid her before. May kelvin bless you.
~Whats wrong with these people~
Drug Lords
Ever watched hollywood drug movies? With typical blacks from africa, central america gathering in some asian country for a deal. So we were in BK drinking. These 2 blacks we sitting opposite us. One was speaking some giberrish languang with great hand actions talking over a handphone. Thats the boss. Beside him is his super sidekick. From my deduction, they are startups. Managed to smuggle a small amount of drugs in and were about to sell it when something cock up. Haha. Wah then there is this talk about more and more balcks gathering around...hmm... for a meeting. So with reference to the above. GUess we look like CIA tracking down some startup drug lords. haha.
~I also wanna sell drugs~
Comeback time
Haha, I bought not just one but two bottles of liquere. Now I have go cointreau and citron. Yeah yeah. Dear janice in europe, please do get me a souther comfort *blink blink*. Haha got a auntie to buy for me. Kao, she went to russia, scandinavia, scotland etc etc. How shuang. I also want. Kao, should have bought the air guns, air shot gun and air M14A1 la. Police never even check me. Wah, I should have just bought 2 more bottles of liquere from thailand duty free and happily walk through the custom la. Kao they never check!!!!
~Wasted~
Feel Sad
Why, why, why all feels so fucked up after I watched a walk to remember. Why why why!!!!! Haiz........I am sad. Heng now I got SOL to help me cover up abit.
~Just sad~